Partner in Lonliness (PIL)

So my boyfriend has been gone about two weeks so needless to say i have masterbated about 40 times, just joking! i have been really busy so its only really been like twice, twice in a half.... man i miss that little fuck. Its nice to eat all my food without having to share it. But i will say its become difficult to choke those last bites down knowing they are meant for my sweetheart....... just joking its easy but i do think of him. Its hard not having a PIS, wow that is a lot nicer when you just say the letters vocally, written down it kind of disturbs me, I guess ill say PIB (partner in bed) sorry PIC (partner in crime) is reserved for my elizabeth! Either way i miss the company. I have been relentless in asking my roommates to hang out with me. I mean com'on! why dont you want to just sit and watch some bad reality tv shows with me and laugh!?! why!!? I miss that..... Sorry thats more about Liz. But i do miss my sammy. My breakfast is seriously lacking. He is apart of a club that i started..... ok fine that we started! and its called the breakfast buddies, well now being just the breakfast bud its not nearly as enjoyable. Sucks when you have no one to get the other thing you want on the menu so you can get two things. I was the president and he was the king. I had first picks but something tells me he would have picked king first anyways. I think it is very representative of our contrasting countries ;) ah freedom democracy and fucking justice for all! Well now i have pleanty of freedom! too much.. in the sense of free time and shit, not free pussy.

I think for most people its normal. It just is such a drastic change for me i find myself confused! Last monday as I walked into my apartment screaming "LETS GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!". Well it was empty and I was embarassed. It was a good thing i was atleast alone. I hulahooped for a little while waiting for somebody, anybody! to turn up and tell me that we would be departing for 2 dollar pots at the workersclub at 5 sharp. Well....no one came. and there i was waiting, waiting to live, waiting to die, waiting for a redemption that would never come..... sorry that was titanic. Well shit got down to brass tacks pretty quickly and i realized I would have venture out into the big world solo dolo. I approached the counter and asked the girl for a jug, completely normal. how many cups?? dinner for one mam, thank you. It was actually quite nice, well kinda, cause lets face it, i like to talk and gab and yap away. Its not that easy to do by yourself. I found a listening victim and then more pretty quickly. It was a lovely night that was follwed by 4 dollar pizzas and i drunkenly tipped a girl for being nice. I get so loose after a few beers! I dont think i have tipped anyone since i have been here! Im sorry fellow waitresses but we are in australia make up your mind, tip not tip? italy made their decision and never looked back, here its kinda a limbo. But i will say i prefer for people to tip me. Selfish i know but honest at least. I'll say that I am prepared to do it all over again on Monday if i have to!

Its nice when i hang out with satchel. Shes like my biking buddy, oo that sounds good..... i think ill suggest that we call ourselves that next time we bike... THe other night we went to my restaurant for a pizza and had some wine. She had to work early so it was no big thing at all. But when we started biking, man my adreniline just shoots up and i get real ansy and really want to do something. I think i shouted out "fuck your work! lets go find a kareoke bar and just get wasted, you and me girl, YEAh! It had all the enthusiasm you would expect in such an idea, but obviously she said no. And this is the fucking bullshit i am talking about. I really thought i had her at kareoke but i guess being responsible and going to work probably was the btter decision...sigh. Despite my dissapointment that lingered for about 20 seconds we quickly rehashed our previous riviting discussion of what it would be like to have a kareoke party with the girls.The girls being Carol King, Tracy chapman, Mary J. Blidge, The shirelles and i cant remember who else. I envisioned a hottub at the party, i dont know why... just cause and the we planned obviously that the queen B beyonce would have to come by herself on another night. There was no kareoke but our party ideas with the girls kept me thinking all night, who else i searched my mind! WE also did a beautiful expressionistic dance up the stairs of our apartment while listening to carol king. It was beautiful, graceful and and probably really really good that no one saw us.